Be my razor, yet tell me not to destroy your canvas. Tell me not to play with fire, While you burn and I wanted to touch you, To taste you. You practiced every line so much It wasn't even real anymore was it? This is a collection of
Location: Bedlam and Squallor, It's that way
Condemnant Quod Non Intellegunt
"Back to the hell where you've come from
Think of all the times you once had
Write them in a letter that says "goodbye""
Quiet Annihilation. Your name is on my soul, I've ruined myself.